I AM SO TOTALLY SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!

Yeah, i know… waiting forever for an update on a story you like sucks. And for whatever reason, this seems to be a popular story, with 4,500 views. I was just staring at my computer when i saw that number, like: 0.0…? YAAAAAAAY!

Well, if you people like my writing, thanks heaps. I love it that i can write something that people will enjoy.

Also, I've been REALLY into guess what fan fictions?

SUPER SMASH BROTHERS!

I saw they had a section for smash bros and practically squealed. The very first thing i did was filter for Meta Knight stories, cause he's my FAV fighter. Then Marth, the best looking human fighter in my opinion. And i like Marth/Zelda they make a cute couple. So do Samus and Meta Knight.

(Don't judge me…. if you don't like those than that's fine)

Anyway, back to Soul Eater. I know everyones been really impatient waiting for an update, so here it is. I'm sorry, what with being sick and exams and all i haven't had time to update.

Its been a few days since i started this so now its summer holidays.

Disclaimer: If i owned S.E SoMa would be a canon couple.

START OF CHAPTER:

SOUL'S P.O.V

I was in my room (or should i say- abandoned music room) not doing anything in particular. It was all so strange, one day i was trying to get away from my horrible family, and now i was living with werewolves, granted most of them didn't even know of my existence. All i wanted was to be happy, instead i was hiding like a fugitive from the law when i wasn't.

Although Tsubaki, liz, Patty, Kid and even black star

Before i knew it, i had dozed off.

An eight year old Soul hid behind the corner as he listened to his parent's conversation.

"Why can't he be more like his brother?" His mother asker his father and sighed, a disappointed expression on her face.

"I don't know, he can barely play piano." Soul thought that was unfair, he practice for hours on end each day, but nothing seemed to make them happy.

Suddenly, a violin melody started up from across the hall, both parents smiled at each other and spoke in unison.

"Now that's music Wes."

He left without a word and ghosted silently up the staircase, trying not to cry.

The next memory soon crossed his dreams.

Soul, now ten, sat at the piano bench, playing his little heart out and trying his hardest.

"Still trying that are we?"

Soul whipped his head around and stopped playing abruptly, he saw his older brother Wes standing there with a smirk on his face. He was tired of his older brother trying to tease and upset him, but nothing he tried would make him stop.

"Oh don't stop because of me, you were doing such a good job." Laying heavy emphasis on 'good' meaning sarcasm.

"Leave me alone Wes."

"Oh, gladly. Have fun attempting to be an Evans." With and a sneer he walked away out of the room, leaving his little brother alone and miserable.

"Why does nobody love me? Did i do something wrong?"

A lone tear traced its way down his cheek.

Skip to two years later:

Soul was now twelve, and Wes was 's snarky comments and temper towards his younger brother had not improved over the two years passed, but he had begun to stop caring and crafted a mask of indifference to conceal his emotions.

He snuck outside to the gardens, being his favourite place to be alone. He climbed the tallest tree he could find because Wes had decided to flaunt his (arranged) future bride-to-be in Souls face in every available opportunity. And what made it worse was that his new fiancé didn't seem to like him either.

Her name was Allison Martinez, a decent sized chest and fiery red hair that reached her shoulders, with beady green eyes. But she had a rotten, selfish attitude that everyone else seemed to be oblivious to.

"Hey, monkey boy!"

Soul looked down to see none other than Allison herself, hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

He sighed. "What do you want?"

"Lunch is ready, so get moving snow-head." With that she walked away, back into the grand house.

Soul! Soul wake up!

Now Soul was confused, that voice wasn't part of the memory.

"Huh? That sounds like Maka… whats she doing here?"

Soul wake u-

"Wha-? I'm awake!" He bolted upright in his bed, which had been made surprisingly comfortable. (You know, considering he had to live even deeper underground than the already underground werewolves.)

He looked around sleepily, and saw princess Maka perched on a stool next to his bedside with an amused smile on her lips.

Cute lips. He thought before he could stop himself, than mentally cursed himself for thinking he had a chance with her.

"Heavy sleeper aren't you? Never mind that, get up!" And with that she dragged him off of his warm and comfy mattress, there was a room next to his that served as a living room of sorts. There was a lock on the outside that only Maka could decide who can open it, and that was only her friends and herself.

NOBODY'S P.O.V

There was a tree that almost reached the low ceiling in the middle, with several unopened boxes in the middle and all of Maka's friends (including Marisa and Yuki) standing there chatting happily.

"My newest minion is awake! How was-" Black Star was hit over the head by Yuki's frying pan.

"Shut up blue-boy." She hissed at him, violet eyes now narrow slits, part of her pink fringe going in front of her right eye. The rest of her blue hair was messed up, as if she only just got out of bed. (To everyone who knew her, she probably did.)

"Whats with the tree?" Soul asked. Everyone stopped their own conversations to gape at him with disbelief.

"Don't you know what day it is soul?" Liz asked him.

"Uhhh…. no."

"ITS CHRISTMAS EVE!" Patty announced loudly. Her, yuki, Maka and Marisa all jumping around and laughing.

Soul hadn't celebrated christmas in a long time. But now with what Soul thought of as his new family…

This just might be the best christmas ever.

END OF CHAPTER:

Wow, its been a while since i started the beginning authors note. I cannot say how sorry i am for taking so long.

And as to why i made it christmas eve, its because its the 18th of december where i live, and i know I'm not gonna get around to writing a whole new story, no matter how much i tell myself i will. Christmas is my favourite holiday! so just incase i don't update on actual christmas day;

MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D

I'm now supposed to be working on the next chapter of Avengers: The next mission, seeing as its my turn to write. But i have one problem, my character is supposed to go on a date with Tony Stark, but i have no idea how to actually write it…. so i have a question for you guys...

~ If you went on a date with Tony Stark, what would you do?

Like, where to go, what you talk about, does anything go wrong? and things like that. I have actually no idea how to start it, so any advice would be appreciated.

So anyway, thanks for sticking around this long and bearing my laziness which means EXTREMELY far-apart updates.

Cya next chapter :D

Tairulz